Jack Bandit, Paddy O’Brian, & Justin Jett’s 3-Way

Justin Jett’s tennis racket clatters to the court, his frustration boiling over as his unskilled partner bungles another serve. Paddy O’Brian smirks, offering a handshake that lingers too long. “Need a real partner?” he purrs. Justin’s date storms off, muttering curses, as Paddy’s husband, Jack Bandit, saunters over, eyes raking Justin’s sweat-slicked frame.

The trio retreats to the locker room. Jack pins Justin against the wall, his cock thrusting into the younger man’s throat, while Paddy kneels, tongue probing Justin’s hole. They rotate—Justin bent over a bench, Paddy’s cock buried in his ass, Jack fucking Paddy’s mouth.

Justin’s moans crescendo as Paddy’s thrusts turn erratic, his own cock spurting across the tile. Jack follows, unloading onto Justin’s beard, Paddy adding his own streaks. “Doubles champion,” Jack chuckles, tossing Justin a towel.